Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.